Exercises in Futility Number Five Thousand Four Hundred Thirty-Three.
Google Home Assistant: And! I can do more things now. You can ask me complex questions and I’ll be able to answer with help from Gemini!
Me: Hey Google. Why did the AI companies steal my life’s work?
Google Home Assistant: . . .I’m sorry. I don’t understand.
Yeah, me, too, Google. Me, too.
Well.
The WIP currently stands at 129,943 words. I’m still fixing the baby fixes. Once that’s done, I need to write some scenes and put them where they belong. Deadline is April 15.
I have Remarks for my event on Saturday. I have also a Reading.
It is not supposed to snow on Saturday, but it will snow on Friday night.
In the meanwhile, and as much as I haven’t been around this week — tomorrow, February 20, the Cat Farm and Confusion Factory will be closed. Thank you for your understanding.
Everybody stay safe.
Tali and Rook, birdwatching
